Boldly They Rode and Well [OP vs Fringe on Kayri]

[Ventasia Terana]

Objective 2: En Route to Starport​

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One transport. Ten troopers. One drop-ship. Yep...this was exactly the type of thing that Ventasia would lead. It was...hr type of thing, one could say. This invasion was more of a counter strike, considering the Fringe had made their own move on Artrisa not too long ago. For many, this was seen as a chance to be noticed to Protectorate brass. For others, they believed this was a way of both sides flexing their proverbial muscles, which in a way was true. For the ten that had been assigned to Ventasia, they simply wondered if they'd done something to piss someone off. Thee percentage of troops that returned from working with her....was probably no higher than the twentieth percentile, and that was being generous. This was more than likely not going to be much different.

The mumbles and groans could be heard from the rear of the shuttle as it cruised through the skies, approaching the starport. It only took seconds for her to her the low murmurs, her boots thudding against the ground as she came around the corner, reaching the rear witch also held all the gear. "Alright, since all of you seem to be complaining, let me let everyone in on what's going on here. We're not sneaking around, or trying to be stealthy. Their defenses are probably more focused on the forward air. So we're going to drop in hot from the rear, creating chaos and forcing them to split their attention. With that, the other two teams will assault from other positions. By dividing their attention into thirds, it'll give us all a better chance to move through the port, securing the needed positions to make it ours. Now, if there's no more complaining, I suggest you gear up. We're not far from the LZ. Oh, and one more thing. None of your were assigned to me as a punishment. You were given this assignment because it's said that you can handle it. Someone had some degree of faith in your abilities, and that's why your here. So, show me that someone wasn't wrong." She turned, heading back to towards the cockpit before bellowing back one last time. "And if any of you jeopardize this mission, I'll put two in your head myself. And that's a promise."

As she arrived in the cockpit, Ventasia leaned over the shoulder of the shuttles co-pilot, pressing a button to open the comm channel. "Corek. Knight. It's Terana. I'm all set and ready to go. Let me know when your both in position." She only had three personal objectives, and she planned to archive every one of them.

Arrive. Raise hell. Leave.​

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@[member="Noah Corek"] @[member="Knight"]

 

[Isar]

Objective 2: Starport

@[member="Noah Corek"] @[member="Hannibal Oryen"] @[member="Rave Merrill"] @[member="Ventasia Terana"]

A winged dragon the color of sun-glistening snow darted from the skies, wings curled tightly to his sides. At the last moment, his wings snapped open and four tons of white behemoth smashed into an Omega Pyre heavy walker like a comet from hell. Durasteel shrieked and groaned as the walker's legs gave out immediately. Faenrovon the Radiant roared triumphantly before peeling away the top of the walker like a lid and cooking all those inside with a quick burst of flames from his maw. Soldiers screamed. Soldiers died.

Faenrovon then leaped back into the skies, the gusts from his flapping wings beating the ground with enough force to knock a human over.

He wheeled once before landing on top of the control tower which overlooked the entirety of the spaceport. He perched there like a white nightmare, yellow eyes watching for weak points in the Omega Pyre line. He blinked and opened himself to the Force, utilizing the ability known as Force Sight to detect that which could not be seen by mortal eye, waiting for the opportune moment.

 

[Matreya]

"Is that Eldoc Quasat I hear?" Zaiden said with a cheerful grin on his face as he lowered his Force Cloak, "So Master, these are my new family members? And yes, listen to our Master, Shinju here is by far our resident nutcase." He knew she could hear him so he winked at her, "She's also one tough S.O.B."

"Eldoc, Master, when are we going to train next? I miss those days as an apprentice under you..." He thought back fondly, not even noticing his Force Cloak taking it's own accord and spreading across his form once again. Very few in the entire galaxy could now best this man's apprentice, "As well. We should talk soon. Catch up on each other." These were the final words before he was gone from sight and sense once again.

@[member="Eldoc Quasat"] @[member="Shinjū Aÿasha"] @[member="Javir Strilla"] @[member="Ratholomew"] @[member="Ayña Kottos"]

 

[Jonathan Walsh]

High Admiral Jonathan Walsh smirked as he exited warp. This was going to be fun he thought as fighter craft launched and scans came in. " I need to see scans now, people we need to move on them. Status on enemy fleet, What is the status on our other fleets?" He asked the high command deck a fllurry, communicating with all the other vessels. His vessel had two bridges, one for normal operation and one for the Fleet's admiral. He waited as all ships stood ready, and he gathered information. He was not going to move in blind. This was going to be a wonderful fight, he needed to make sure he lived through it so he could see his beautiful wife again. He smirked at the thought of Kalia and his newest daughter. He wasn't aware that he was fighting his niece and her lover, he only knew he was fighting the fringe, and their admirals. He gave the order to all OP Fleets " Please report in and join on me, we need to stay together, and show them that the Omega Protectorate is not to be messed with. Remember we need to stay strong, and protect the lives of everyone not in space, without us, our invasion is lost. We need to control orbit, and that starts and ends with us."

Spoiler

Dauntless:
SHIP TYPE/CLASS: Solo-Class Star Destroyer
FIRING:
SHIELDS:100%
HULL: 100%
SPECIAL: Launch All fighters and interceptors

Nike:
SHIP TYPE/CLASS: x Belsar-class Command Carrier
FIRING: none
SHIELDS:100%
HULL: 100%
SPECIAL: Launch All fighters and interceptors

Hermes
SHIP TYPE/CLASS: x Belsar-class Command Carrier
FIRING: none
SHIELDS:100%
HULL: 100%
SPECIAL: Launch All fighters and interceptors

Terrible:
SHIP TYPE/CLASS: Malleus-class Star Destroyer
FIRING:
SHIELDS:100%
HULL: 100%
SPECIAL:


Magnificent:
SHIP TYPE/CLASS: Malleus-class Star Destroyer
FIRING:
SHIELDS:100%
HULL: 100%
SPECIAL:




SHIP TYPE/CLASS: Incus-class Escort Carrier x 4
FIRING:
SHIELDS:100%
HULL: 100%
SPECIAL: Launch All fighters and interceptors



SHIP TYPE/CLASS: Relentless-class Assault Frigate x16
FIRING:
SHIELDS:100%
HULL: 100%
SPECIAL:


SHIP TYPE/CLASS: Excubitor-Class Cruiser x 6
FIRING: No one yet
SHIELDS:100%
HULL: 100%

SPECIAL: launching all fightercraft





SHIP TYPE/CLASS: Sentinel-class Cruiser x 2
FIRING: No one yet
SHIELDS:100%
HULL: 100%
SPECIAL: Casting Fake ship images to enemy sensors.

SHIP TYPE/CLASS: Protectorate Blockade Runner x 28
FIRING: No one yet
SHIELDS:100%
HULL: 100%
SPECIAL: tracking fighter paths, and preparing to engage all enemy starfighers

 

[Allyson Locke]

OBJECTIVE 2: DEFEND THE SPACE PORT

Before she headed towards her objective, she stopped and looked towards Sargon. The man had done so much for her and with a soft smile she beckoned him to follow her. Their objective would be number two defending the space port. The woman knew the others had things locked down and defending something precious like the port would be right up her alley. Leaving the ship via shuttle it took her quickly towards the port, there she made her entrance to those that knew her as Sanctuary or Yun-Harla.

Once her feet touched the ground (of course after slipping on a pair of boots), she took in the scenery and felt the chaos overcoming the port, the woman couldn’t help but smile. Unlike before when such a scene and fury of emotions would cripple her, the woman stood strong absorbing all of the fear, anger, and other emotions into her. Raising her hand to an earpiece she spoke into the comm hoping someone would respond.

“Push forward, don’t let up.”

Yellow eyes scanned the area watching the armies fight; there was something she could do, something that would boost the morale of the army. She didn’t do it though; she reserved the battle meditation for when things called for it. For now, she waited. Someone or something would pop up any time now she welcomed anyone who wished to fight.

 

[Noah Corek]

@[member="Knight"] @[member="Spencer Jacobs"] @[member="Faenrovon The Radiant"] @[member="Ventasia Terana"]
"Terana,this is Corek." Noah informed Ventasia as the pressed his ear comm to talk to the Lieutenant. "Once we soften them up with some artillery,I want you to hit them." Noah informed her. Noah then saw the giant dragon as it swept down and destroyed a AT-SE and grimaced as he watched the grew burn. "Lieutenant Keegan." Noah called out to the commander of the Typhoon squadron that was part of the convoy. "Yes,sir?" The man asked over the comm. "I want you to fire 4 missiles at it." Noah informed the man as he pulled out a laser range finder and ballistics calculator so he could feed the correct info to the tank. "Copy that. High Explosive,Anti-Air or Cluster?" The man asked as Noah finished feeding the info and got a green check mark in the upper right portion of his HUD to confirm that it was sent. "AA,lets keep the Cluster in reserve for the ground forces." Noah informed the man and then heard a series of mechanical sounds as the four aforementioned missiles we loaded and prepped. "Ready,sir." The lieutenant called out and Noah put his hand up into a fist to inform them to stand-by,after a few seconds to make the the dragon was still,he flattened his hand out dropped his hand down to point it at the dragon and not to long after,he heard four loud FHWOOM as the missiles fired towards the dragon.

 

[Dissero]

Objective Two
Space Port
Lab Near Otherdrive Vault


The light within the labs flickered. Beyond the walls the thunder of cannon fire sounded. Within, there was a dull quiet that permeated the air, settling on the lips of the team of scientists standing around their latest project. Dissero stood with his arms crossed, one hand lifted to rub at the stubble on his chin. They were in somewhat of a predicament.

A month ago, maybe two--the Archivist had lost count since the day he strode into Coldharbor seeking a place to further his research and plans, undisturbed--Ashin proposed a unique venture for the man, one that would earn his keep and, perhaps, some respect. The man was not a Commander of an army or a Lord of any realm; nor was he a skilled technician or mechanic. He had no idea how to pilot a Walker and give him a battle ship he'd more likely strip it for scrap or sell it than use it for anything remotely close to its intended purpose. He could fight with his hands as well as any weapon, skillfully and powerfully at that, but it was not his passion.

"Seal it up," he ordered and calmly watched the team, beams of light reflecting in his gaze as the final touches were put on the shell replica of the Otherdrive. Dissero frowned, lament to set aside all physical evidence of his last two months of research, but the shell had a more important purpose now.

Study the Otherdrive, she'd said, I'll give you a team of the best scientists the Fringe has to offer. Find out how it works.

For the Archivist this project had been both an intriguing opportunity and a perplexing challenge. The man's skills extended him certain knowledge of technology, but nothing to this extent. Yet as Ashin had told him, she believed the Otherdrive's power to be more arcane than tech, and so it was that his knowledge was of use. To this degree, Dissero took on the project in the best way he knew possible - research it then rebuild it from the ground up. The team had made great headway and were in the process of re-fabricating the core when the Protectorate decided come chop down their neighbor's tree.

So here he stood before the perfectly imperfect replica of the Otherdrive shell. To an untrained eye it looked to be the real thing, and after some last minute modifications of filling the shell with weights and connecting the modules for minor application to appear in working order, it would take an expert to know it was a farce. Dissero wasn't sure just how many experts were wandering around this neck of the galaxy, or how many would sit back-seat of this invasion with the Protectorate. What he did know is that the Otherdrive was important to Ashin, and what was important to Ashin was important to the Fringe, and so as well to him. They would switch out the real drive for the replica, and find an alternative place to store it until it could be safely removed from Kayri.

"Get it loaded. We need to make the switch quickly," he watched as the speeder-sized drive was lifted by crane and set carefully onto the adjoining flatbed. The lift's engines thrummed to life and the bed slowly rose from the ground, hefting the weight of the replica with ease. Dissero gave the order to move and stepped through the massive laboratory entrance gate, out into the hall. There was no time to send a message to Ashin, nor was it likely a good idea. One couldn't trust comm-lines in the growing heat of battle. As head of the research team, he would have to exercise his authority to steer it away from the tumult.

@[member="Hannibal Oryen"]

 

[Matreya]

Soaring through the air like a bullet launched from a mobile Slugthrower, Varanin landed hard on the ground near the woman he sought as his Master. "Yun-Harla, my lady." Varanin stuttered out as he fought to close his now hanging mouth. She was beyond gorgeous, perfect in everyway. If he hadn't just met her, he'd swear they'd known each other all their lives. Which was impossible of course...could she be someone important to Ashin? Varanin thought to himself.

Concentration was his next goal, and soon enough the air around them began to chill. For Varanin used the one ability he recalled since birth, Cryokinesis. If he lowered the temperature around them, it would benefit himself by crafting ice to his fists, in the same way some thugs use metals to make knuckles.

@[member="Spencer Jacobs"]

 

[Garza]

OBJECTIVE 2

Starport.

There was nothing like attacking a former faction that I use to be part of. I remember years ago when I had spoken with the woman who hid herself in what seemed to be as many forms. Taking on the Shapers was a great thing for her to do. And now that I was considered a Shaper of Kro Var, as I was rejected for killing some of my own people. I wanted to be with them once more, and the only way to do that was to take on the Protectorate. We have been planing for a while now on things that would allow more tactical advantages against them. However, they knew that we were coming for them, and as so, they made the first move.



Standing on the planet with my own two feet, in armor that I had gotten what seemed a long time ago, I could see the ships as they entered to realspace. Smiling I drew my sword ready for what was to come. Standing in the starport, I watched as a single shuttle came down revealing Sargon and Yun-harla. The close friend of the Empress that I had met for the first time in person on Mannan just to simply get some Kalto cigarettes.



Smiling I walked over, only to be surprised as a man slammed down into the ground near her and the Zabrack. Smiling as I walked over, giving each a nod, "Looks like we may have some fun." I spoke in general to all of them. My black blade still in my right hand, I was ready for the people to drop down on us. Not knowing that the people who were here, could move mountains.



@[member="Spencer Jacobs"], @[member="Xavier Varanin"],

 

[Nameless Knight]

OBJECTIVE TWO
STARPORT

@Knight @Noah Corek @Hannibal Oryen @[member="Rave Merrill"] @[member="Ventasia Terana"] @[member="Faenrovon The Radiant"] @[member="Lord Dissero"] @[member="Spencer Jacobs"]

"Understood" Knight heard Terana as she gave a grin looking on. In the distance she could see the sith forces while she spoke looking into the cockpit of the walker. "Open fire." Her eyes flicked around while she saw everything, a massive dragon and the force whispered to her while she looked towards the others on the field. Looking towards Rave but not fully seeing her while she spread the wings wide and held the bolt gun with two hands like a rifle. One shot rang out as she fired into a sith and tested the range. The walker getting closer while the background noise of their armor went about. She knew eventually she would have to fight the fringe but softening them up was in order for now.

"Engage the Fringe as needed, for now concentrate on the city and making a hole for our forces." Her face looked on while she movitoned forward with two of the men. "Lobe the anti force user grenades, incendiary towards their lines. Anyone with a saber gets two towards their face. I am going in for the moment." Knight wrapped the wings around her shoulders as she dropped down into the walker and took the seat with the cannon. Her eyes flicked around the targets while she saw in the distance turquoise hair and took aim. The hammering of the round as it went towards Raves position for the moment with a small grin on her face.

 

[Nephenee Wilded]

@[member="Ayden Cater"]

"Boldly WE rode and well". Nephenee placed a hand upon the taller mans shoulder. Almost as if she materialized from the void behind him. In truth, sneaking aboard to follow her master and commander into battle. As a good apprentice should. She continued on to finish his poem, and added to it more verses, to inspire his confidence. "Into the jaws of Death. Into the mouth of Hell. We hold our weapons high. For we shall never die". Nephenee's freckled face brimmed with confidence and a wide smart grin. Had Aydensought to shield her by hiding his location from the horrors of a real battle, likely. Maybe it just slipped his mind with all that would be racing through it. Nephenee was going to be right by his side in the thick of it. Armor and all, weapons in hand, honor in mind. "A good soldier always follows her commander in to battle, right chief"?

 

[Isar]

@Knight @Noah Corek @Hannibal Oryen @Rave Merrill @Ventasia Terana @Lord Dissero @Spencer Jacobs
Objective 2:
Starport

Perched atop of the control tower, Faenrovon had an excellent view of the battlefield, enhanced by his use of Force Sight. Four long cylinders erupted from an Omega Pyre vehicle, zooming through the air and straight toward the white dragon. The last of the Arkanian drakes moved swiftly.

In his recent studies of human warfare, Faenrovon had examined the different air capabilities of these humanoids. The targeting mechanism of such missiles often hinged upon the heat signature of the target.

Faenrovon launched himself from the roof, pushing off with his powerful legs, while flapping hard with his wings. At the same time, he unleashed a jet of flame straight toward the incoming missiles. The heat-seeking targeting system was confused by the sudden blossoming of the intense fireball. Dipping just low enough that when they flashed through the fireball they detonated just below Faenrovon's feet rather than slamming into his torso. Fire and red-hot metal shards ripped through the air, preceded by a wave of overpressure that slammed into the four ton dragon and unbalanced him mid-air. The glowing shrapnel sprayed across his legs and belly, mostly glancing off of his scaled hide, but a few found chinks in his armor. They punched right through. Blood sprayed, leaving crimson stains upon Faenrovon's white hide.

Smaller bits of metal perforated his wings, leaving small holes that caused immense pain.

A heart-stopping roar ripped from Faenrovon's maw as he tumbled through the air, hurtling toward the ground in an uncontrolled spin. He spread his wings wide and righted himself, slowing his descent enough to make his impact merely bruising instead of bone crunching. The wounded drake lay for half a second before rising to his feet, yellow eyes full of rage. One of the Omega Pyre speeders whipped toward him, firing laser cannons and leaving blackened scorch marks in his hide. By the time the pilot realized that the shots were proving ineffective against his scale-armored chest, it was too late. A few more shots to the same spot and he might have succeeded in punching through his hide. Faenrovon did not allow them that opportunity.

He bounded forward with absurd agility and stomped on the speeder with impunity, putting all four tons of his weight into the action. Bones and durasteel crunched flat, killing the pilot instantly. Seizing the smashed speeder in his teeth, Faenrovon picked it up off the ground.

Wounded and not yet ready to take flight again, Faenrovon resolved another tactic.

He whipped his neck, hurling the speeder at @[member="Noah Corek"]'s vehicle. Then he surged forward with huge bounds of his legs, covering an enormous amount of distance as his 68 foot long form advanced on Corek with terrifying speed. Any missile launched at him at this distance would result in friendly casualties. Danger close didn't even cover it. Especially considering that the Fringe forces were engaging with Omega Pyre forces all along the line, tying up most of the vehicles in other firefights. The Typhoon was a long range missile launcher, firing along a parabolic trajectory. It couldn't depress its launcher's angle enough to shoot at him on the ground, but it could fire straight up, hoping that it would come straight back down onto him. But by that time, Faenrovon would already be inside Protectorate lines.

Preceded by a sustained jet of flames from his maw, aimed at Corek's vehicle, Faenrovon leaped one last time, intending to tackle the vehicle while setting it aflame in the process.

OOC: Noah, I'm assuming your character is in a vehicle. If he is not just assume that the attack is the same but directed at him individually and I'll edit to reflect that. IE, leaped at Corek, rather than leaped at corek's vehicle.

 

[Matreya]

@[member="Morna Imura"] @[member="Spencer Jacobs"]
Varanin turned to the approaching man, "Morna right? I've heard about you. The resident Fire Lord right? Well it's a pleasure. Call me Zero Four." He said, the entire speech being a mere form of flattery as he truly held no respect for the man. He was his polar opposite, born with natural talents in Ice, Varanin couldn't truly like the man on a first glance.

 

[Velok the Younger]

@[member="Knight"]

The pale-haired figure folded its wings and vanished into the hulking AT-SE. Rave blinked away the eyesight enhancement spell as the big mass driver cannon tracked toward her. One could not possibly dodge a mass driver, but to touch the Force was to touch the future. By instinct, she leaped aside, and the mass driver round slammed into the earth, shaking it hard enough to throw off her landing. But the Sokan fighter was up already, rolling and running, seeking to close the last bit of distance between herself and the walker that now had her number. Her assault rifle roared, spitting heavy blasterfire into the secondary weapons of the huge walker as she kept moving.

Come out and face me.

 

[Lucien Cordel]

Space station Hanger (Objective 1)
@[member="Ayden Cater"]
"Yes My Lady" Lucien replied to Ashin so he was to ensure that the lord Protector Reached Lady Varanin in one piece but alone, he could do that. He turned back to his squad of 15 troopers "We are to welcome the Lord protector and ensure he reaches Her ladyship alone but untainted ... Open fire on him or harm him in any way and I will kill your families and make you watch then I will see to it that you are cleaning toilets for the rest of your career, am I understood?" He said calm and unwavering as always. He did not wait for a reply and instead began walking to the hanger where he trusted the lord Protector would arrive.Behind him walked his squad there steps just out of sync with his own. Outside he could hear the sound of battle ringing above the sound of footsteps, It sounded to him as if the dragon was having fun outside. He stood in the doorway of the hanger and waited.

 

[Jak Sandrow]

OBJECTIVE ... TBA
Permanence-class

Jak brooded aboard one of the Permanence-class battleships. He wanted out into the fray of ships. The big ship under his feet - he couldn't remember what it was called - rumbled with the long-range guns, short-range lasers, and enemy potshots that made their mark. But he - he could help. He wanted to help. He needed to help. He wanted to prove -

Wow. He sounded really desperate.

For the fourth time, he raised his comm to his lips. "Python here, ready to receive orders."
He had on:

• his hacksuit
• a jumpjet booster pack
• a blaster rifle with three extra clips
• some food/water supplements
• etc.

He was ready for orders.

@[member="Lucien Cordel"]
@[member="Ashin Varanin"]

 

[Hannibal Oryen]

@[member="Lord Dissero"]

Hannibal didn't see Circe, nor did he care to. Greenbeans wasn't worth his time at the moment, not when the Egghead General came marching into town. Dissero looked like more of one of those esoteric space-wizards than a scientist or an engineer. That's why Hannibal thought it was strange that he was put in charge of the Otherdrive rather than someone in a labcoat. But he wasn't an expert on the thing and he didn't call these kinds of shots. Whoever made the decision probably knew what they were doing anyway. He nudged the other security guard standing next to him to alert him to Dissero's approach.

Hannibal gave a half-assed salute to the stern looking wizard. "What's crackin', boss?"

Hannibal could guess that he wasn't here to give the Otherdrive another intensive inspection. Certainly not with a high-stakes battle unfolding above them.

 

[Dissero]

Starport Vault

"Protectorate skulls, if we're lucky. Scales up there will be having a field day," Dissero had yet to meet the dragon in person, but it was difficult to miss something of that size. Not to mention if you were someone who was anyone within the Fringe, you knew about their dragon. This was one of the only powers that be who could hold that claim.

He approached the doorway and keyed in his passcode, signaling to his team as the giant blast doors opened upon a chorus of internal locking mechanisms slowly sliding out of place. Dissero stepped aside as the Scientists made their way in, lift humming quietly along, before quickly and efficiently setting to work.

"Reports have them landing just outside the compound. Need to lock some things down and stabilize the drive. Won't be long." The Archivist said nothing about keeping a sharp eye or tuning up defenses. He trusted the men to know their jobs and know them well, elsewise they would never have been employed by Ashin at all. Likewise, no one need tell him how to do his job either. He stepped inside and promptly set to work.

The scientists worked fluidly, furiously, in knowing their lives depended on completing their task, all the while Dissero made notations on the status and marked readings within the vault. The deafening sound of the firefight beyond the compound reached them like faraway thunder; the ground quaked from concussion blasts and the rumbling of @[member="Faenrovon The Radiant"] as the beast plummeted from the sky and scrambled madly across the ground. A short frown took the Archivist's face as he broke to join a stationed HK droid at the security panel inside the vault.

"Sir," the droid greeted him, "we have approaching personnel, identified as Circe Savan, known Ally of the Fringe."

Dissero made a gruff noise, brow furrowing in thought as he watched her image on the security camera feed. He didn't know the woman personally, be he knew enough about her public facade to wager a guess towards her arrival, "Patch me through to the guards stationed outside."

"You're linked, Sir."

"There's a woman approaching the vault compound," he relayed to @[member="Hannibal Oryen"] over the comm, "Find out what she wants. Do not permit her access without my clearance." Where this particular project was concerned, his word was as good as Ashin's.

 

[Judas of Vahl]

Objective 1 - Space Station Assault
Orbat:
1 x Imperial II-class SD - Chimaera (Flagship)
2 x Anathema-class Star Destroyers
2 x Permanence-class Battleships
4 x Deathhead-class Heavy Cruisers
8 x Predator-class Cruisers
16 x Renown-class Star Frigates
28 x Adara-class Corvettes
Aboard the Chimaera

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The vast expanse of space was lit with a multitude of various shades of red, blue, and green plasma as they rocketed back and forth with dazzling passion. War was the entire reason for this spectacular show of fireworks and King Arcis oh-so enjoyed such amazing displays. Even to the point where he would annihilate anything standing in his way of his objectives or desires. Yet these were feelings stirring up in his stomach from a past experience. He was no longer than brash, cruel, and young commander that served the Sith Empire. He was more than that now, much more.

The defected Imperial crew aboard the Chimaera, Thrawn's Chimaera, snapped sharp salutes to the Sith King as he strolled across the bridge as his fleet lurched forward, near the rear of the joint Fringe fleets. Today, he would not be serving along the fronts of this engagement. Rather, he'd have a circular formation strengthen the combined fleet. Smaller ships like the Renown-class or Adara-class were arranged in a circular formation with the Chimaera being at the center. The big guns vessels were flanking the flagship. Each one had orders to break off and assist the sentry line that had been erected in the event of enemy ships breaking through.

Thousands of fighters were already being deployed, all of them escorting the outer perimeter of vessels as it slowly moved forward to merge with the allied Fringe fleets.

"Fringe command, this is Arcis. Shadow Fleet is now merging with the combined fleets in formation. We are awaiting any further orders."

And with that, he dispatched orders to his crews to man their battlestations, prepare the weaponry and shields, and prep for boarding launches.

 

[Antoir Setrrin]

OBJECTIVE THREE: HEADING TOWARDS GENERATOR
@[member="Dharma Vessia"] @Eldoc Quaset @Shinju Ayasha

[SIZE=13.5pt] W[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]ar. Finally it had come, come to consume the galaxy. Destroy the weak, leave only the strong left. Oh how Rage loved every second of it. The anticipation was killing her. Every muscle in her body urged to strike out, to attack, to eliminate anything in her path. This wasn't unusual for the merc. Ever since her personality split into three separate personas everything had changed. Rage was the dominant force, rarely letting the other two emerge. Then there was Caged, a far more relaxed, kinder version of Ven'Rain. Finally there was True Ven, who was barely strong enough to appear for a minute. All three were loyal to two things: Omega Pyre and Circe Savan. Unfortunately for the latter (who was most likely working with the Fringe at the moment), Rage considered the Protectorate to be more important. After all, it had been her home for over a year now. And though an agent of OP had relied incorrect info to her that caused her to betray an ally, she still cared for the organization. So today she'd fight until the day was won, or she lay dead on the ground.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=13.5pt] B[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]lack boots hit the ground with quiet thuds as the mercenary approached the entryway to the staircase. So far it seemed like no other OP members that had made it to the surface were coming underground. That was disappointing, and made Ven wonder if she was going to do this alone. Hopefully not. Though she was tough, she wasn't that tough. After all, the Fringe wasn't going to just leave the generator unattended, were they? If they did, it would frustrate Rage. She'd probably destroy the generator before leaving and heading into the fray near the spaceport. Luckily it seemed like someone[/SIZE] was near the objective, as voices could be heard, though they were pretty muffled and soft. Taking one last moment to make sure her Caedo of Moeror Armor was attached properly she set the explosion near the blast door. Sure, it would let everyone know she was there, but there were no other options for getting through that door.

[SIZE=13.5pt] S[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]everal charges were set down, arranged so they would cause the door to cave in. Smirking Ven stepped back, getting behind cover. Counting down she pulled the trigger, letting the satisfying sound of destruction ring through the area. "[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]TIME TO TEACH SOME BITCHES A LESSON,[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]" Rage growled, her helmet preventing her voice from reaching the outside. Cocking her Corek Custom PDW 1 she came out from behind the wall and started towards the stairway, ready to fight. The door hadn't been completely wrecked, instead a large hole had been blown in the middle, and fragments were scattered around the area. Raising her gun she entered the area, letting the HUD on her helmet look for anyone approaching.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]This would be fun.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]{[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]OOC: Me and Shinju were talking about having a 1 on 1 fight, but I'm not limiting Ven's involvement in the thread to that.}[/SIZE]